Forty million refugees with no place on this earth to call there homeOne for every aimless graduate with nothing else to show for it but loans And those of us who make our mark use someone else's bloodOur western stain won't wash away, it won't vanish in the floodIt seeps deeper through each hurricane and tidal wave and warOh woah oh ohWe want everything we see and once it's gone we just want more

Atlas had those shoulders, we've got Ambien and Jameson's and blowTo bind us in a bubble and keep the newsprint nightmare distant and remote But when we wake in gulitines and pitch our screaming fitsWhen the govenor strikes up the band and gags our parted lipsWhen the worst case shows up dressed and dazzling, ready for the ballOh woah oh ohBut that bubbles bound to burst and what a tragic way to fall

The tabloids tell us hateThe rat who strikes those subways closed and put's you outForget those fifty hour tunnel weeksInhaling steel dust poison through his mouthWell if he don't deserve a pension it makes his family feel secureIf we're now so dissconected it's our reflections we ignoreAnd if our constant choice is skimming past the writing on the wallOh woah oh ohThen I'm sad to say we're lost and I'm embarrassed for us all

So most days I can't put to rest the burning city smoking in my mindAnd I play and pretend the principles are nothin' more than actors runnin' linesAnd I stumble through a movie set where tourtered victims laughAnd embedded journalists who juggle knives and daggered glassWhile they entertain a mob of heads of state and CEO'sOh woah oh ohI stagger past anarchist extras through saloon doors painted gold

So I turn and I see Uncle Sam outside a wardroube ready for a shootSo I walk right up and talk to him, I tell him that I'm scared and I'm confusedAnd while they test the cameras out and get the lighting rightWhile the catering fills coffee cups and carves up apple pieAnd while the stylists trim his beard and straighten those clothesOh woah oh ohI ask his empires what made him drive us straight to hellAnd as my daydream ends, he stands ashamed, a shocked and shattered shellBut there's never any answer for my starving tongue to tellWoah oh oh oh'Cause the director shouted action, and from offset its just as well